CHAPTER 23
Rule 4: Her pleasure is the most important objective.
I woke up in a strange bed. I lay there, the room dark, and tried to figure out where I was. I felt out, the sheets covered in a heavy down comforter, feather pillows underneath my head. I felt skin - a hand, big. Brad.
I sat up, the quick movement causing a sharp pain in my temple. "Ohhh…." I groaned. Brad's hand twitched under mine, and I moved my hand off his quietly, slowing pulling the covers back and sliding out of them. My mouth felt like dry cotton, and I felt my way quietly through the suite till I got to the kitchen. I opened cabinets till I found glasses, and filled one with water from the tap. I padded to the bathroom, where I reluctantly turned on the light, wincing against the searing brightness. Fumbling through my toiletries bag, I found the small aspirin bottle I had packed, and shook out two pills. I stuffed them in my mouth and took a big swig of water, then turned out the light. Padding back to the bedroom, my eyes adjusting to the dark, I saw an outline of Brad, sitting up in bed.
"That you?" I whispered, stupidly.
"Yeah. You feeling okay?"
"Not really."
He chuckled and patted the bed next to him. "Lay back down." I chugged the rest of the water, ignored the water that missed my mouth, and shakily set the glass down on the nightstand. I crawled into bed and turned away from him, curling into a pitiful ball. He reached his hand out and cupped me, dragging me until I was flush against his hard body. He curled around me and kissed the back of my neck. "Go to sleep," he whispered.
"I hate alcohol," I mumbled.
"Shhh…" he said. I didn't hear anything else after that.
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I woke up hot and sticky, to an annoying high pitched screaming sound. I looked around groggily, the only light coming from the TV, which was on. A yellow square cartoon was screaming incessantly, a loud feminine sound interrupted by short pauses. The video seemed to be stuck on some sort of repeat, the sound went on and on until the screams were finally interrupted by another character. I flopped over and tried to go back to sleep. Then the same annoying cartoon started laughing, a continual braying laugh that scraped at my subconscious. I scrambled through the covers and grabbed the remote, pressing buttons until the screen, and the room thankfully went dark. Ugh. I did a self-analysis and found that I wasn't that bad off. I was hot, but that was easily fixed, sticky *where did that come from*, and my head was pounding, but not at an intolerable level. I went in search of Brad.
I found him, eight short steps later, in the dining room, the phone to his ear and the paper spread out in front of him. I gave him a half-hearted wave and collapsed in the closest dining room chair. He stood, still on the phone, and poured me a glass of orange juice, which I grabbed and gulped with glee. Fresh-squeezed and ice cold.
He looked shower-fresh and gorgeous, and not at all suffering. Damn Man. He wrapped up his phone call with a few more uh-huhs and okays, and then hung up. He tapped his cell on the phone and looked at me. I swung my legs and looked everywhere but at him. I felt like I had done something wrong, but wasn't sure what.
"So…." he said, drawing it out. "Are you hungry?"
I frowned, pondering the question. I felt thirsty, but not necessarily hungry. "Depends."
"On what, pray tell."
"What the plan for today is."
"Well," he consulted his watch, a Patel Philippe. "It's 10am now. I have an errand to run off the Strip that will probably take a few hours. I thought maybe we could grab breakfast, then I could do my stuff and you could do whatever you want to do, and then we could meet back up, around 2:30. Our flight leaves at 6 - we should probably start heading to the airport around 4pm."
"What kind of errand?"
He fixed me with a steady look. "A personal one."
"Can I come?"
He tilted his head, thinking. "I guess so. It won't be all that exciting. Let's eat and then you can decide."
Not exciting was starting to sound pretty good to me. I felt like I had been here a month, with all that had happened. I stood up and headed to the bathroom. "I'll take a shower and get dressed."
I walked into the bathroom and turned on all of the jets in the shower. I was wearing a pair of worn pajama pants and a tee shirt - the most modest of the nightwear I had packed. I frowned, looking down at it. I didn't even remember putting it on last night. I pulled it off, turned off all of the lights, and stepped into the shower. Sometimes I love showering in the dark. For one reason, it helps my hangover headache to not have a blaring light shining down on me. But it also leaves me alone with my thoughts and just lets me think. I stepped forward, under the railhead, and let the hot water hit my face, the tiny streams feeling like heaven on my face. I tried to let my tension and stress flow out of my body with the water, and to focus on my thoughts and try to remember last night, but I could only think of one thing. Brad.
Damn.
I tapped my fingers on the wall and tried to think. I was horny. Dammit. Talk about rotten timing. I thought for a moment, then opened the door, a wave of steam blowing out and cool air hitting my naked skin as I left the shower. I walked, soaking wet, to the entrance to the living room. I took a deep breath and stepped out.
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Brad was on the phone again, trying to explain custodial rights regarding relocation to one of his paralegals, when Julia appeared from the bedroom. Dripping wet, her skin tan and perky, her body flush from the shower's heat - she looked like every wet dream he had had as a teenager. Her hair slicked back and her face make-up free, she also looked very young, and innocent. His dick twitched in his pants, and he felt it start to grow.
"Debbie, I have to go."
"But - "
"Later. I'll call you back." He ended the call, and stood up abruptly. Her eyes shifted to his crotch, and he moved a hand to cover his erection but it was too late. Her mouth curved into a knowing smile and confidence grew in her eyes. She knew she had him.
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Hesitantly, I stood in the doorway, my confidence wavering as I waited for Brad to look up from his call. I was losing my nerve when he saw me and started to stand, ending his call. He stood erect and I saw the firm outline of his big dick in his dress pants. He wanted me. I gave him a saucy smile and slowly spun, running my wet hands down the curve of my back and walked back to the shower, willing him to follow me.
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Brad breathed hard, trying to decide what to do. Every bone in his body, especially that one, wanted to follow her. He finally cursed under his breath and set his phone down.
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I turned on the closet light, bathing the bathroom in soft indirect light. I met him outside the shower door, grabbing his skirt collar the moment he walked over the threshold. I pressed my wet body against his dry one, and he cursed when my cold wetness hit his clothes. His mouth was quickly on mine - taking me by force, and his large hands were everywhere, on my slick ass, around my tiny waist, and cupping my breasts and squeezing. I had a huge and growing need in between my legs - pounding so hard that I could hardly think of anything else. I ripped hard at his dress shirt, popping buttons and tearing the shirt open so that I could see his tanned chest - thinly covered in dark hair. My hands ran down his stomach and grabbed hard at his pants and belt, pulling them away from his body and tried to reach my hands down, in his pants. He used his hands and kept me at bay, unbuckling his belt and dropped his pants to the ground, his athletic briefs the only thing covering his cock, and it now stuck almost straight out. I grabbed the top of his briefs and pulled down, his cock popping out, and I gasped, amazed at the thickness and shape of it. It was the biggest thing I had ever seen, thick and tan-colored, meaty. The head was swollen, but not too big, in perfect proportion to his shaft. I worried, seeing its girth, that I wouldn't be able to take it.
He grabbed my waist hard, and lifted me up. I automatically wrapped my legs tight around him, his stiff dick dangerously close to my pussy. He grabbed my ass checks and carried me,
his mouth on mine, his tongue fighting in perfect harmony with mine. We couldn't get enough of each other, and I felt rabid for him.
He stepped over the shower threshold and closed the door, and we were in the spray of the water; it ran hot down my back. I let my feet hang and he set me down, gently. Our mouths separated, and we panted, breathing at each other. He grabbed my face with both hands, pressing me back until my I hit the shower wall, and ran one hand down my neck and body, grabbing and squeezing every body part he hit, from my breasts to my stomach, to the cheek of my ass to the cup of my sex. I panted, wanting him, but he held me back, pressed against the wall as his eyes devoured me.
"I don't know what to do with you," he finally gasped, his voice gruff. He moved forward, pressing his hard body to me, and I felt his dick twitch against my leg.
"What do you mean?! I want you, I need you to fuck me," I gasped, my voice jagged with need.
"I can't. You're too…you'll be too attached. I'm not a boyfriend, Julia."
"I don't want a damn boyfriend. I want a cock. Your cock right now. Put it in me and fuck me." I had steely determination in my voice and glared at him with eyes of fire.
His eyes grew dark with desire, and he kept one hand on the back of my neck, moved the other one down to play with my pussy. He put two fingers in me and I gasped, then grinded softly against his fingers. My eyes shut in silent ecstasy and I bit my bottom lip. "I thought you were a good girl," he whispered in my ear. "Didn’t fuck unless you're in love."
I shook my head quickly, back and forth. "I changed my mind. Yesterday. Earlier. I want you, I need you." my voice now pleading.
"I can't be what you want. You know that?" he asked, his voice rasping in my ear, his fingers moving faster and faster in my wet pussy, building my need.
"I don't want anything from you. I just need your cock. in me. now." My voice was coming in gasps now, my legs getting weak with the intensity building between them. My eyes rolled back and I started to sink, my legs jell-o. He pulled out his fingers, and my eyes flew open. "No - don't stop, I was just about to-"
He spun my around so that I was facing the body jets and turned them all on full force. I gasped, the initial water cold, but then it turned hot, three separate jets spraying my tits, stomach, and pussy. Brad turned the bottom jet until it sprayed strong, the highest intensity. "Spread your legs," he said gruffly. I obeyed, placing my legs how he wanted, then arched my body when the water hit me in just the right spot. Oh my god. The strong stream felt amazing, vibrating my clit and spreading pleasure throughout my body. Brad groaned behind me, and ran his hands underneath my body, brushing my nipples, then traveling down and making sure that the spray was hitting me where it should. I wasn't expecting his dick when it happened, a huge girth pressing insistently on my wet pussy. He forced it in, fast and quick, and I called out, in pain and surprise.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, " he whispered, holding my body against his, his arm holding me close and grabbing a breast, his voice in my ear.
"I'm not." I gasped, my body beginning to adjust to his size. He was so hard, so thick, so… everywhere inside of me. For the first time in my life I felt full - felt him in every wall, muscle, nerve in my pussy. He moved slowly, in and out, then faster. Squeezing my breast, he drilled himself into me, and I arched, fucking him back. The water spray continued on my clit, and I could feel myself getting close to orgasm, the crescendo in my head and body growing. I started screaming, letting out every pent-in emotion I had, telling him to fuck me harder, and longer, and telling him how much I loved his big cock. My words ran together until finally I exploded, in a big long "AHHHHH!" my legs shaking and my pussy pulsing, the pleasure bursting, over and over again, in sweet blinding earth shattering release. He slowed his strokes, stretching my orgasm out, until it was gone. He held me up when I collapsed again him, and he turned me, his cock falling out, and held me to him. My eyes focused and I frowned at him. "Did you…?"
He smiled and kissed me. "No."
"Then why are we…?"
"I wasn't fucking you for me. Besides, I was stupid. I shouldn't have been in you without a condom. I got caught up in the moment and wasn't prepared. Are you okay?"
I frowned at him. "Why wouldn't I be okay?"
"I didn't know if you regretted it."
I blew a wet strand away from my face. "I'm not one of those girls, Brad. I needed you just now, more than I've every needed anyone, and I wanted you to fuck me. Which you did - very well by the way, thank you." I kissed him merrily on the face and turned, grabbing the body scrub and squeezing a generous amount onto my palms and working it into foam. I turned around, my hands now Island Tropic Berry. "Now, want me to wash your back?"
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For breakfast, we decided to go to the Buffet downstairs. I dressed casually, in ripped up jeans, a white tank, and leather flip-flops. The buffet was huge, and I unintentionally piled my plate high just by grabbing a little bit of everything. We sat in a plastic booth and I grinned through a mouthful of pancakes at Brad.
"Whaart?" he said, his mouth full as well.
"It's just funny. You and me at an all you can eat buffet in Vegas, stuffing our faces after you just boned me in the shower. You know Broward would have a heart attack right now if he knew what we were doing."
"I don't think pancakes are outlawed in the corporate handbook."
I stuck my tongue out at him and grinned. "So," I said, spearing a lone strawberry and dipping it in yogurt, "can I go on your super secret mission or what?"
"You just want to go to find out what it is. It's really not that exciting."
"Then tell me what the errand is; then I'll decide if I want to go."
"I'm going to visit an old friend of mine. She lives in Boulder City, about a half hour drive east of Las Vegas. "
"An ex-girlfriend?"
"No… I do have female friends that I don't sleep with."
I snorted. "Likely."
"Do you want to come or not?"
"Will the… friend mind if I come?"
He smiled. "I think she can hold her jealousy in check for your visit."
"Do you mind if I come? I feel like I'm forcing myself on you."
"No. If you come I have a side trip we can take. Though you are a pain in the ass, I wouldn't mind your company for just a bit longer."
"Fine. Then I'm coming. I'm getting a little sick of the…" I waved my hand to encompass all that Bellagio was.
"Luxury?" he asked with a grin.
"Yeah. Luxury. Thanks for the help."
"No problem."
CHAPTER 24
One hour later we were standing next to a brand new Dodge Viper. At some type of a Hertz on crack, the rental dealership had a collection of Vipers, Ferraris, and Lambos, as well as the more-refined Bentleys and Rolls. I guess "Tiffany" had gone on the lower price point and set Brad up with the Viper. It was bright blue, a convertible, and as ostentatious and sexy as they get.
"You’re driving this? I was thinking we'd be in, you know, a four-door Mercedes or something. Is this even street legal?"
"I'm driving this. You're driving that." He pointed over my shoulder and I spun, seeing an identical red clone. "It's stick-shift. Will that be a problem?"
I turned and looked back at him coolly, at least with my best impression of coolly. "Not unless you can't keep up."
He laughed and banged the top of the car with his hand, eliciting something close to a gasp from the salesman. "Your on baby."
An employee showed me the basic schematics of the car. There wasn't much to show - the car was built for one thing - speed. Other than basic A/C and what looked like an impressive sound system, all he really had to show me what how to operate the top. We went ahead and put it down. It seemed way too complicated, and I didn’t want to break anything in the next four hours.
"Any last questions?" the man asked, handing me the keys.
"Does it have a radar detector?" I asked innocently.
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